Teaching Tara (An Age Play Story) (11 page)

Their lips touched and Tara strained against her restraints, not because she wanted to get away, but because she longed to kiss him harder. She wanted to pull him close, and she kissed him as hard as he would allow. His mouth was hot and soft and firm, all in the best possible ways.

James reached down and pressed his palms against her sides. Then they moved and found her breasts. The second his flesh touched her nipples, she felt her body stiffen.

“Are you going to be a good baby?” he asked, pulling away. He took her pacifier from her mouth and held it above her. She saw the glint of her saliva on the nipple and groaned in frustration.

He leaned down again, slowly and tenderly. She pulled harder against the restraints, but they kept her down and limited her range of motion. But when her lips finally met his again, Tara’s body answered with a flush of pleasure. It ran from the tips of her hair all the way down to the ends of her toes.

“Good, because you’re going to earn an F in my class. And that’s fair, isn’t it?”

Tara inhaled and for an instant, the passion surging through her body gave way to the frustration humiliation of genuine powerlessness. And yet, her heart pumped a few more pulses, so she said, “Yes, Sir. It’s fair!”

“Good girl. You’re going to learn to be a good baby for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed right as he pressed a little more of his weight against her. She had imagined this a hundred times in class.

“And you want this very badly, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir!”

James put the pacifier back in her mouth and chuckled a bit despite the desires swirling through his body. He had found the perfect little girl, and he intended to play with her for a long, long time. Right then though, she had been good and did deserve a treat.

He reached down for her slit, found her lips, and gently stroked until her lips separated. He pressed a little deeper and found her clit. Like he said before, Tara was already very wet and eager. The groans and moans of passion emanating from her throat and mouth proved it.

He continued to stroke and tease her sex until his finger was hot and wet and glistening with her juices. He watched her mouth open as her eyes shut. She bit down on the pacifier to keep it in place until he reached up with his free hand and tossed it aside. She had proven she could be a good girl, so he could let her pretend all the way.

James kissed her long and hard. At the same time, he kneaded her beasts, stroking, pulling, pressing, and teasing. Each jolt of his weight upon her made Tara groan and moaned. Sometimes the sounds came from her mouth in those rare seconds when their mouths weren’t locked together. Most of the time they vibrated from her chest or throat, the primal sounds of a young woman who wanted and needed to be taken.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes, Sir!”

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock. He still had on all of his clothes, which simply made her feel smaller, more vulnerable. And when he looked down at her, Tara couldn’t help but like it. He had her bound by so much more than the changing table straps.

By instinct or the desire to give her teacher everything he wanted, Tara leaned back and made it easier for him to slip inside of her. His cock pressed down to find her hot and wet and ready. The second he filled her, Tara gasped again, grinning like mad because he felt so, so good. She would be his baby girl forever if it meant she could earn treats such as this.

James started to move his hips back and forth, working himself deeper. He moved slowly at first, teasing her with the tip of his penis. Tara inhaled and exhaled, breathing hard as she panted with desire for him.

She had thought his fingers felt good. She never imagined anything like this. And somehow, each time she tried to reach up and hold him, the straps held her down, but she liked that too. Knowing he was in complete control rushed hot pleasure through her body. Every inch of her skin thrummed and broiled with pleasure. Each and every nerve sang out as the world grew hot and molten with the fantastic ecstasy of every fantasy.

James pumped harder, faster now, working them both up to new heights of desire. He pressed down and kissed her even as his fingers pinched her nipples. The tiny bit of pain mixed with the lingering traces of humiliated infantilism to make her come, hard. The pleasure of her first climax rocked through her body, but he hadn’t finished yet.

Tara’s teacher continued to pump back and forth, sliding in and out, harder and faster. When she managed to get her eyes open, she saw a look of animalistic hunger on his face. At the same time though, she sensed he remained in perfect control until he finally started to orgasm.

The pulsations tensed through his body. He held her close and continued to keep his mouth pressed down against hers as their tongues danced together. At the same time, he panted through his nostrils, breathing harder and coming harder than he ever had before.

When he finally finished, James rolled off the changing table. He needed to blink a few times to reorient himself, but he didn’t mind since Tara would need even more time. She had her eyes clamped shut as she shuddered and finally went still, her chest rising and falling as her lungs struggled to catch up with the rest of her body.

James grinned. That was perfect. She was perfect, and he intended to take very good care of his baby girl. He sat down on the edge of the bed and watched her. He reached down and touched her forehead, moving a stray bang of hair out of her eyes.

She blinked a few times and smiled when she saw him. “Did you enjoy pretend time?”

“Yes, Sir!” she said, her voice high and somehow sultry at the same time. He smiled at her, thinking their games of pretend would be a lot of fun. But for now, he had to get her dressed up again.

“Then if you’re good we’ll be playing again, but for now, are you going to be a good baby girl?” He held up her next diaper.

On Monday, Tara had showed up to his office thinking she would be able to beg. She had planned on pleading her case, but instead he offered her a contract, which Tara signed. She was supposed to get some more time or tutoring. Instead, he regressed her back to babyhood.

Out on campus, when Tara took her other final exams, she almost felt like an adult again. She took the tests and looked out at everyone else, yet she wasn’t an adult, not really. She remained diapered. While James kept her locked in the plastic panties, he didn’t need to. Tara wouldn’t have risked offending her teacher and babysitter.

When she met him back at his office and when they drove back to his house, Tara removed the jumpers and white dresses he let her wear to school. Then he had her put on footie pajamas or baby doll dresses that showed off her diaper.

On Monday, she went to his office hoping for a better grade. By Friday, she had been completely diapered and barely remembered his final exam. For his part, James still had to be there to pass out the tests.

Like on every other morning from that week, he let her out of her crib, checked her diaper, changed her, and fed her some mush and a bottle. There were times when she got fussy, but a spanking usually reminded Tara how to behave.

But today, he wouldn’t be able to stay with her, so as she drank from her bottle, James looked down at her and explained, “I’m going to be gone for a few hours today, but I don’t want to leave you alone.”

She continued to suck on the warm liquid and didn’t think much about what he said. She had learned to give in and how good it felt to rely on him completely. James took care of her and made her feel loved and safe and small and deliciously dependent on him.

“So I’ve gotten you a babysitter. She’s going to take care of you.”

It took a few seconds for that to sink in. At the same time, Tara heard the front door open. He must have told someone to walk right in. Tara continued to suck and swallow, but her eyes locked onto the hallway. Simultaneously, Tara took in what she had on.

Just a diaper and light pink t-shirt. She would look absurd, but then she reminded herself that she trusted James.

A pretty girl walked into the living room and sat down at the end of the couch. She waved and grinned, almost as though she had to fight to keep the laughter down.

“Now, Tara, this is Jessie. She’s going to be taking care of you while I’m gone. And if you misbehave, she will be able to punish you, not to mention she’ll tell me how you behaved and then I’ll discipline you as well.”

Tara had never blushed so brightly. She was going to be babysat by this girl, someone she knew! Breathing hard, Tara nodded and hoped her former roommate would be a nice babysitter.

The End

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Changing Corina

Devon Shire

Their class sat in the lecture hall and listened as the guest speaker droned on through one PowerPoint presentation after another. Most of the students had their phones out, surreptitiously hidden behind the seat in front of them. A few more had out their laptops and pretended those clicks were for their notes rather than some online game. Plenty of screens were pointed right at Twitter or some other social network.

The only student who seemed to be completely focused was the brown haired girl in the front. Back straight, she scribbled notes as the guest speaker droned on about some aspect of psychology. The group in the back didn’t really notice.

Instead, they were busy whispering back and forth. In most cases, this would have been incredibly rude. Fortunately, their professor had stepped out for some coffee, and the lecturer didn’t seem to notice no one paid any attention.

One guy sat in the row farthest back against the wall. His two friends were clustered in the next set of seats. Their little triangle made it look as though he were in charge, an impression Brandon seldom wished to discourage.

Right then, he needed every advantage he could get. What he just proposed sounded insane. Even Brandon knew pulling this off might be close to impossible. Yes, he had his fantasies and hoped it could work, but actually trying something like this? His friends stared back at him like he was insane.

So he just had to convince them it would be so epic, they had to try.

“This presentation is worth what, sixty percent of our grade?”

“Seventy,” Alexa said. Brandon smiled at her. Although he didn’t see a reaction, he knew she melted a little inside. Since high school, Brandon had the charm and good lucks to get most girls to go along with his plans. Before graduating, that usually meant taking a couple extra shots or wearing some especially sexy Halloween costume. Right then it meant something very different.

“Exactly,” he said, slapping his palms on his knees. “When this works, we will have done something truly awesome. There’s no way Professor Barret will give us anything but A’s. Plus Corina will be the center of attention.”

Mentioning the name of Alexa’s rival helped win Brandon some extra points. Ever since the beginning of the semester, Alexa had decided she disliked the brown haired teacher’s pet who sat up front, center, each class meeting. She read and reread each chapter so many times that no one with any kind of social life had any chance of catching up.

Besides, Brandon suspected that Alexa disliked the bookworm because Corina had the potential to be very sexy. Brandon wasn’t so sure, but she definitely had something going for her. She had rounded, girlish features, bright eyes, and on those rare occasions when she laughed, it sounded more like a toddler’s giggle. Very cute, and it all made Brandon wonder how deep those infantile impulses actually went.

Although Brandon could have almost any girl he wanted, he had a special desire. He wanted to see a girl in diapers, reduced to back to babyhood. He wanted to see this girl crawling and begging to be fed. Once or twice, he had seen girls on campus with pacifiers or in footy pajamas for some costume contest. Those sights always made him want this a little more. And now he had a plan.

If things went right, he would have Corina too.

But he wanted his friends’ help.

Alexa brought his attention back to the lecture hall, though not to the guest speaker. That guy was still about as interesting as watching a documentary on vacuums. Someone else might have cared, just not Brandon.

“Look,” she said. “I think it’s a good idea, but it’s risky.”

“A bit,” Brandon said.

Steven went to help his friend. He had always been very much in love with Alexa, so Brandon wondered when his friend would get the courage to do something about it. “It’s just what happens if she tells the professor?”

“We won’t give her the chance.” Brandon leaned down a little closer, “If you guys don’t want to do it, we won’t. But just stop and think about how cool this could be. We could get her in here, everyone would see, maybe chuckle a little, we talk about forced regression with the perfect visual display, and we are legends in this department way past graduation.”

Alexa’s lips tightened as Steven looked back to her. Steven had to know what she would decide, so Brandon decided he needed their female friend’s support more than anything.

“Do you like her?”

The expression on Alexa’s face shifted from thoughtful contemplation to surprised annoyance. Her mouth puckered as if she ate something unexpectedly sour. “No. Of course not. She’s a brat. She thinks she’s way too cool, way too smart. She’s not nearly as special as she thinks.”

“So help me show the world.”

Alexa nodded, “Will I get to tease her?”

“Oh yes,” Brandon said. He wanted Alexa there to remind Corina how far she fell. Each and every little humiliation would push his prospective baby girl closer to becoming a toddler once again. Because he intended to take away her adulthood and make her his baby doll. She would learn to like it, he decided.